Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 982: The Story of Ling and Heng (245)

Feng Ling took another step back. While everyone's attention was drawn towards Feng Mingzhu who was crying out in pain, Feng Ling held onto the railings firmly and threw her body forward, jumping down from the second floor. For someone who had endured long-term training in XI Base, such a height was no problem for her.

The instant she landed on the ground, she shifted her feet and sent the person closest to her flying with a kick.

She then swung the knife in her hand forward with a whistling noise, pressing it against the opponent's throat before he could react. The man swallowed back the cry he was about to release and stared at her in disbelief. The ice-cold knife pressing against his throat rendered him unable to move.

Feng Ling did not intend to kill anyone. Under the opponent's astonished gaze, she abruptly lifted her other hand and delivered a harsh blow against his neck.

The instant he fell unconscious, she shifted her knife away, snatching the man's gun away with nimble hands. She twirled it around in her hands and within a few seconds, she confirmed the weight of the gun, the number of bullets remaining, and the model of the gun. The man approaching from the side saw the situation and was about to point his gun at her. To his surprise, the knife in Feng Ling's hand suddenly flew in his direction. It spun in the air and brushed past his neck. Before he could cry out in surprise, the blood was spilled from his neck and he collapsed onto the ground.

When Feng Ling landed on the ground, she had already gotten a good grasp of these people's position. Right now, she had only resolved two of them. The group of frightened people in front were still backing away, unaware of the situation here.

She retrieved her bloody dagger and glanced at the bleeding corpse on the ground. She reached out and took the man's gun, placing it in her pocket. This way, she would be ready if the need arises.

"I beg you, let go of my Mingzhu…" The old lady was dizzy as she sat on the ground. When the person behind tried to haul her up, she held his leg to beg: "If you want to beat anyone up, beat this old lady up. Don't hurt my granddaughter, ah. I can't lose another one…"

"Scram! Old bastard!" The person kicked the old lady away onto the ground.

"Mom!" Qin Qiu cried out in fright.

"Grandmother…" Feng Mingzhu's face was covered in tears from the pain. When she turned to see the old lady on the ground, her gaze was immediately aggrieved: "Grandmother…"

While everyone's gaze was focused on them, Feng Ling lifted her eyes.

"Big brother, some of the people here aren't obedient. They must have already called the police," someone whispered.

"What are you afraid of? We wouldn't be here if this is something the Los Angeles' police can interfere in."

Right after the person behind Feng Mingzhu finished speaking, in a blink of an eye, the whistling noise of wind brushed past his ear.

The subordinate behind him was suddenly kicked aside, and the rod in his subordinate's hands was also hauled away. He sensitively shifted to the side and thought he would be able to avoid the incoming blow from the rod. To his surprise, with an abrupt 'peng' noise, a bullet was embedded in his shoulder.

Feng Mingzhu had yet to process what had happened when her arms were suddenly released. At the same time, the disgusting scent of blood filled the air. She staggered forward onto the ground and turned back to see that the person who was holding onto her was now clutching his own bleeding shoulder with a pained expression. The man turned back fierce and raged: "Bastard! Where did this son of a bitch come from? Kill him right now!"

Feng Mingzhu shifted her gaze to see a figure dressed in a set of women's sportswear moving rapidly through the crowd. Before she could gain a proper look at the woman's face, her hair was abruptly hauled back by the other two subordinates. A sharp pain ran through her scalp. She bit on her bottom lip painfully and did not dare to release any sound. However, her gaze was fixed on that figure and she struggled to process what had happened.

Feng Ling's speed was frightening. She accurately found the members hidden in ambush as bodyguards. With every step she took, her dagger brushed past their waist. Although the contact only lasted for a moment, they were overwhelmed by the intense numbing pain. By the time they reacted, their back was covered in blood and their clothes were completely stained.

The frightened crowd surrounding them were instantly dumbstruck.

None of them had expected such a formidable person to suddenly appear. Furthermore, it seemed like it was an extremely young girl. They couldn't gain a proper look at her face, and only saw her figure shifting back and forth through the crowd decisively and nimbly. Her combat skills were unbelievably outstanding and beautiful.

As someone began to pursue her, she carelessly tugged the distracting zipper on her sports jacket and abruptly turned back to deliver a beautiful kick.

She didn't leave them with any space to retaliate and, shockingly, it didn't seem to be taking much out of her to deal with these men.

None of them were aware that this short-haired woman dressed in sportswear had stepped out of the notorious XI Base, and was even a member of the sniper team. They were also completely unaware of her past. This young woman's movements and speed left them dumbstruck. She had previously dealt with terrorists and minefields and came out of it all alive. For her, this group of terrorist wannabes were but small fries.

Right now, the most important matter at hand was to distract them and to prevent them from harming the innocent guests.

The elderly lady on the ground watched the chaos unfold from the ground. Qin Qiu took advantage of the opportunity and supported her. The two of them were about to reach forward to grab Feng Mingzhu but were glared at by those people. They realized that although the attention was away from them, Feng Mingzhu was still being held by them. If the two of them dared to approach again, the two guns pressing against Feng Mingzhu's head may really fire.

"What do we do now…" the elderly lady cried out anxiously.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind Feng Mingzhu. It grabbed the two men's heads and slammed them against each other heavily. While they two men were completely dazed from the blow, she snatched the guns away from their hands and shoved the stiff Feng Mingzhu forward harshly, pushing her out of danger.

Feng Mingzhu staggered forward and fell before the elderly lady. The old woman stared in disbelief and agitatedly reached forward to embrace Feng Mingzhu, who was crying: "Mingzhu… are you all right? Your head is bleeding. It's making this old lady's heartache…"

Feng Mingzhu cried out loudly in the old lady's arms: "Grandmother… I thought you didn't love me anymore…"

"How could I possibly… Grandmother has always loved my granddaughters the most… thank god you're all right… thank god you're all right…"